Pelting the siding
and the pains of glass
We don't mind
because we stay inside
All day and night
just touching each other
Sipping wine,
turning the sheets less white
It's like white
noise in the background
Rolls of distant
thunder, lightning flickers
We look into each
others eyes and hope
The weather never
stops and never clears
A thinly veiled
excuse to stay here forever
End
End
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